Message-ID: <44649asstr$1065611404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <000d01c38d5b$66922520$5e6c6d44@S0027106666> From: "Gil Gamesh" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2003 00:16:59 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Boxed In - A Curious Tale - by Gil Gamesh Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2003 07:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar <1st attachment, "Boxed In.txt" begin> If you are under the age of 18 or otherwise forbidden by law to read erotic material, please go masturbate somewhere else. This material is Copyright, 2003, by Gil Gamesh. You are granted the right to download and keep one electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting requires previous permission. Reposting on any pay-for-access site is specifically forbidden. For access to all stories by Gil Gamesh, please visit the following site, which also provides a means of contacting the author: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gil_Gamesh/www/ For direct access to Gil Gamesh, please send e-mail messages to: Gil.Gamesh@cox.net BOXED IN A CURIOUS TALE "Take any number and divide it by 7. 1 / 7 = 0.142857142857142857 etc. 6 / 7 = 0.857142857142857142 etc. 13 / 7 = 1.857142857142857142 etc. 32 / 7 = 4.285714285714285714 etc. If you had a calculator that was capable of calculating any remainder to infinity, when would the calculator stop on the above computation? Never! Construct a two dimensional box. The right side, Wall E, East, is seven feet high. The left side, Wall W, West, is seven feet high. The top side, Ceiling N, North, is 32 feet long. The bottom side, Floor S, South, is 32 feet long. The box is a rectangle. All forces, except one, which normally affect bodies in motion function as usual inside the box. Gravity does not exist inside the box. If a ball is placed inside the box at an equal distance from the floor and the ceiling and from the two walls, the ball will remain suspended there forever. Place the ball very carefully, please. See! The ball does not fall to the floor. Don't bother to wait for the ball to fall. It never will. Now move the ball to the intersection of the West wall and the North ceiling. Throw the ball in such a way that it strikes the South floor seven feet from the West wall and rebounds. The rebound should cause the ball to strike the North ceiling fourteen feet from the West wall. The ball should then bounce off the North ceiling and strike the South floor 21 feet from the West wall and 11 feet from the East wall. The ball should then rebound and strike the North ceiling 28 feet from the West wall and 4 feet from the East wall. When the ball rebounds from the North ceiling, it should then strike the East wall somewhere between the ceiling and the floor and should then rebound downward to strike the floor some distance from the East wall. We do not need to calculate the points where the ball strikes the East wall and the South floor. The ball will then continue to rebound off the ceiling, floor, and walls from here to infinity. The path which the ball will follow in returning across the box will not be the same as the original path. It will however be parallel to the original diagonal up and down paths. Each subsequent movement of the ball across the box will follow paths that will be parallel to previous paths. But the paths followed will never be exactly repeated, even if we sit and wait and watch to infinity." "Are you with me so far, Doctor?" "I think so. I'm taping this. I'll probably have to play the tape back a few times but I think I'm following you." "Good, Doctor, because we're now about to come to the hard part." "The West wall is my thirteenth birthday. The East wall is my forty-fifth birthday. As I move through time from 13 to 45, I get older. Each day when I wake up there is an imperceptible aging of my body. After my thirteenth birthday, my body grows. My penis and testicles get larger. My body sprouts hair in inconvenient places. The hair is dark brown. My penis is usually pointing up. As I approach my forty-fifth birthday, my penis is usually pointing down. My hair, what remains of it, turns gray." "That's normal, Mr. Smith. That happens to all of us. What's your problem? Are you afraid of getting older?" "No, Doctor, I'm never afraid of getting older. My problem, at least I think it's a problem, is that when I reach my forty-fifth birthday, I hit the East wall. I rebound and I start getting younger. "Mr. Smith, nobody gets younger. We all get older and then we die. That's the way it is." "No, Doctor, I'm not like the rest of you. When I hit the East wall, the East End, I start getting younger." "Mr. Smith, I've never had a patient with your problem before. Could you help me to understand it? "It's simple, Doctor. As I get older, I have memories of the past. These memories accumulate day by day. But I never have memories of the future. When I hit the East wall, I start getting younger. My hair gets thicker and darker. My penis gradually stops watching me shine my shoes and start watching me shave. When that happens, all my memories are of the future. I never have memories of the past. "You're saying this is a continuous process, Mr. Smith? That you grow older for thirty-two years and then you grow younger for thirty two years." "Exactly, Doctor. I get old and then I get young, I get old and then I get old, I get so damn tired of it sometimes I think of killing myself but I don't want to see my corpse on the way forward or back." "If what you say is true, Mr. Smith, you should meet yourself either coming or going sooner or later, shouldn't you?" "Doctor, you don't understand at all, do you? Remember the trajectory path of the ball in the box. The paths are always parallel to each other but they never repeat. They may be infinitesimally close but they never follow the same path. I couldn't meet myself. I don't even know if I could see myself unless the paths were extremely close." "If the paths were close enough for you to see yourself, do you think you would recognize yourself?" "I'm not sure. If I'm getting older, or going, I remember what I looked like back to my thirteenth birthday. But I never know what I'll look like in the future. If I'm getting younger, or coming, I remember what I looked like in the future. I think the only time I'd recognize myself is if the paths were very, very close, so that I was twenty-nine going and also twenty-nine coming. In other words, I'd have to be in exactly the center of the box. I think that's right, isn't it, Doctor?" "Mr. Smith, how do you know you've been going and coming like this for...how long do you think?" "It's simple, Doctor. I must have been going and coming forever. Forever. You know, a long, long time. Like infinity. Longer than our universe has been in existence. Even before the Big Bang. Even before that." "Mr. Smith, why do you think you're Boxed In? Give me one good reason to believe you!" "It's simple, Doctor. I can't remember being born and I can't remember dying. If I'm Boxed In between the ages of 13 and 45 then I wouldn't remember either event. They're both outside the box. They've never happened to me. Or they never will happen to me. Curious, don't you think?" "Mr. Smith, I think I'm getting a headache. It's rather difficult for me to think about something like this without my thought processes getting tied in knots." "Exactly, Doctor, just imagine what it's like when you've had forever to think about it." "Forever?" "Yes, forever." "That's a long, long, time." "That's only the beginning, Doctor. Now we're about to come to the hard part." "The hard part?" "Well, that's a little joke on my part. It is hard. But it gets harder as I get younger. It's becomes less hard as I get older." "What are we talking about now, Mrs. Smith." "My penis, Doctor. You know, my dick, my cock, my tally-whacker, my John Thomas. Your practice does help patients cope with their sexual problems, doesn't it?" "I try, Mr. Smith. But I can't see what your delu...your being Boxed In has to do with sexual problems." "I told you we were about to come to the hard part, Doctor. Now we've got to go back to the box again." "Not again!" "I'm afraid so. But now we've got to make the box three dimensional, instead of two. I know perfectly well that I can't have any problems if I'm Boxed In in a two dimensional box. All space is three dimensional so we've got to try to be realistic about this." "Yes, Mrs. Smith, please be realistic." "The problem, Doctor, arises when I think about my wife and children. Or maybe that should be wives and childrens." "You're married???? With children???" "Of course, Doctor, what do you think I am? A queer. I'm not some disgusting fag, going around buggering boys. I'm a very normal heterosexual male. In fact, I'm too heterosexual. I've found that whether I'm going or coming, I'm always thinking about sex. I'm probably the most intensely sexual male you ever will meet. Or ever have met, depending on whether I'm going or coming. When I'm thirteen, I can have an orgasm every hour or so. I usually try to get a little sleep so that's about sixteen in one day. As I get older, it diminishes to about one orgasm every four hours. That's about five in one day." "Are you sure, Mr. Smith? Shouldn't that be four in one day?" "I'm sure, Doctor. As I get older, I need less sleep." "If you have a sexual problem, perhaps I can help you, Mr. Smith. But if you're a normal heterosexual male and you've got a very strong sex drive all your life, I mean between 13 and 45, why is there a problem?" "Let's go back to the box, Doctor. I told you I knew I couldn't have a problem if I'm in a two-dimensional box. Any fool should see that I'm in a three dimensional box. I can't be Boxed In in two dimensions, can you? I'm a three-dimensional, perfectly normal, heterosexual male." "I agree, Mr. Smith, you're three dimensional." "Good, Doctor, I'm glad you understand. Now, picture me Boxed In in a three-dimensional box. You're standing in the middle of the box, looking at the West wall, which extends from your left to your right. Are you with me?" "I think so." "OK, now, I'm up in the left-hand corner, that's your left hand, of the West wall, near the ceiling. Can you see me there?" "Uh, huh." "Now I'm going to throw the ball toward the middle of the box. But not toward the exact middle. I'm not going to throw it straight toward the East wall. I'm going to throw it toward the East wall but at a slight angle. If you're still with me, you should be able to picture the ball bouncing down on the floor, up against the ceiling, going toward the East wall. But it won't hit the East wall in the left hand-corner. That's your right-hand corner if you turn around. Got it? The ball will hit some measurable distance away from the left-hand side of the East wall. When it returns to the West wall, it will hit the West wall at a greater measurable distance from the left hand side. That's your left hand side if you turn back around, Doctor. It's your right-hand side if you didn't. Got it?" "I'm right there with you, Mr. Smith? But if I can stop you from bouncing your balls for a moment, just what does this have to do with your sexual problems." "Think, man, I told you it had to do with my wives and childrens. It's not so much with my wives because I don't really mind having different wives depending upon whether I'm going or coming. It's all those childrens I keep having." "The childrens, huh?" "Exactly, Doctor, I'm a very religious man. I try to lead a good moral life every time I do it, whether I'm going or coming. The point you've got to understand is that the trajectory of the ball, that's me, Doctor, will never be the same whether I'm coming or going, even if I live to infinity. But the trajectory paths will in many cases come very, very close. I'm afraid that if the paths get too close, I may end up one day with my wife or wives being one of my children or childrens from a previous bounce. I'd not only be committing incest but I'd be fathering myself. Now do you see my problem, Doctor?" "Of course, Mr. Smith. it's as clear as the ball bouncing around in this room. You know it's impossible to father yourself." "No, no, no, Doctor". How can you be so damn stupid? Of course I can father myself. That's just what I did. That's why I can't remember either being born or dying. The problem is that I don't want to commit incest. I told you I'm a very moral man. Always have been and always will be. Do you think I want to fuck my own daughter, even if she is my own wife? You must really think I'm some sick shit if you think I'd do that." "Yes, Mr. Smith, I do....see your problem now. But I'm afraid our session is up for today. Would the same time next week be good for you?" "Oh, no, Doctor. That won't work. It'll have to be last week. You've caught me coming on this bounce, not going." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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